#Chapter6

Too close for comfort

Lucille

Grayson informed me that the big boss scheduled me to do inventory with him when I returned to work. Great. So much for that guy who spent the past week with me.

Although, he had lightened up with me on my tasks, which was better. At lunch, I sat down in the break room, joining the others.

“How are you feeling, Lucille?” Martha asked me.

“I’m doing much better. Being sick sucks,” I said.

They laughed.

“Something is going around,” Vic said.

“Why?”

“Grayson was off sick too,” he said.

He popped a chip into his mouth. I knew Grayson was lying.

“A bug...